Dad called it a Hippiwampus. I’m not sure where that name was birthed, but it seemed to fit. What started as a typical 1956 Plymouth Suburban Station Wagon was now a full blown hunting buggy, with no resemblance to the former station wagon. Dad was a serious, quail hunter. I don’t think he ever missed…

I couldn’t believe my eyes. There were two of them just sitting there. They were gorgeous. My wife and I were driving up Buchanan Street in Amarillo, Texas. She spotted them first. The gasp caught my attention, but by looking over at her, I missed what was to my left. “Circle the block!” she said.…